In My Life Why Do

I Don't Iron Anything. Never Have And Never Will.

Denmark Is Sadly A Hellish Place If You Happen To Be A Pig, But The Brioche And Fruits That Tower On The Table Before Me Have Me Hastily Attaching A Feedbag.

I Would Rather Eat My Own Testicles Than Reform The Smiths, And That's Saying Something For A Vegetarian.

When I'm Lying In My Bed, I Think About Life And I Think About Death. And Neither One Particularly Appeals To Me.

People Like Me Prove That You Can Survive Without Romance, Even Though You End Up A Bit Unbalanced And You Tend To Argue With Your Own Reflection.